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I know you probably won’t believe me, but I swear this is a true story. It happened to me, and I still find it hard to believe. This is my personal experience of what can only be described as “Cliché"Cliché.Exe”

A lot of my viewers send in suggestions and games that they want me to review. I had no reason to think there was anything weird about this one. It was just a typical day, nothing out of the ordinary. I received a strange package with my name on it. There was no return address, no other name… Nothing! After opening, I found two bootleg disks. The first I found only had three letters written on the disk with black marker. Those letters were “L"L-S-D” It was none other than the Japanese cult classic, “LSD"LSD Dream Emulator” I even did an episode on it, all before even glancing at the 2nd disc. I almost wish I never had.

The other disc sat there on my desk. On it, again written in black marker were the words “Cliché"Cliché.exe” I have heard about this before. It was supposed to be a collection of the most ridiculous video game creepypasta tropes ever known to man. No one could handle that horror!

Strange things slowly began to happen. I heard voices throughout my house. They started out as whispers and at times sounding like cries (of pain). Someone must have been playing Superman 64. Footsteps could be heard, objects began moving on their own. You might call me crazy, but I swear I heard what sounded like a “Kefka”"Kefka” laugh from Final Fantasy. My electronics acted like they had a mind of their own. Things would wind up missing, and later reappearing. A strange shadowy figure would show up at times, just out of nowhere. All weird things considered, I felt that I handled it pretty well.

I am sorry I have to be such a bad friend and send these discs to you, but I can no longer carry their burdens. LSD is not so bad, but whatever you do, don’t open Cliché.exe. It was the worst mistake I had ever made. I went to Gamestop recently. For some reason there was an old, half blind, Asian man behind the counter. He claimed he was the only one working there that day. It got weirder when he insisted I take the “Cliche"Cliche.exe” disc, free of charge. I didn’t even ask for it. He screamed to the top of his lungs, telling me that I “MUST"MUST TAKE IT” It was even stranger that he was yelling at the used Wii games, I guess he was half blind after all. I took it home, played it, and instantly regretted. I sent the disc to you because I am a very selfish shitty friend. After all you have expertise on these dark subjects. If anyone knew what to do with the disc, it would be you. You claimed that you finally opened the disc and all you found was “other"other cliché creepypastas” but I assure you that you are wrong, you must have missed it! You must look into it, but whatever you do, PLEASE DO NOT PLAY THE GAME! It will literally open up a portal to your worst hell. Good luck to you Mike. Sorry again for being such a sucky friend.

I again opened the disc and to my surprise was a folder marked MISC. I swear I didn’t see it before. I opened it up, and there it was… an .exe program named “Cliché"Cliché.” So I followed my better judgment, and played the game. Yeah, I know. I couldn’t help it.